Catwoman: The Panther - Chapter 2

Selina does not rest for long. Her dreamless sleep is ended brutally with a hard kick to her sore, naked rump. She wakes with a growl and attempts to launch herself at her masked tormentor, instead crashing clumsily to the ground. Electric blue lights flicker on. This is not the basement they were in earlier. Instead the room has a hard floor of polished marble, cold against her hands and knees. All four walls are high polished mirrors and video-cameras stare down at her from the ceiling. The Panther stands in front of her, arms crossed over his broad chest. Reflected all around her, Selina can see the reason for her immobility: Her hands are linked by a stiff chain, forcing her arms to always remain shoulder-distance apart. An identical chain keeps her legs from meeting in the same manner. She is no longer naked though, but her new clothes hardly cover anything that matters. A leather mask, identical to her old Catwoman mask, except that it is cut to reveal her face completely. It is attached by a zipper to a corset that opens down the front to let her large, bruised breasts hang free. She is naked from the waist down, except for thigh high leather boots that end in high-pointed heels. It is a fetishistic mockery of her old costume.

Due to the chains around her arms and feet, Selina can only move around slowly. The Panther unfolds his arms to reveal a long thick chain wrapped around his fist. He lets it dangle down in front of her as she lies curled up in a fetal position, watching him with hate and cursing endlessly. There is a small ring attached to the back of her mask, at the start of her spine and he casually clasps the chain to it. Selina does not try to fight him, does not even move, watching carefully the steel-toed boots he wears as they position themselves within striking range of her face.

"Get up on all fours," he commands.

Selina does so slowly, never taking her eyes of him. The end of the chain is clasped tight in his hand, trailing down to her on her hands and knees, ass high in the air and breasts hanging down heavy. The Panther laughs aloud in satisfaction.

"You must be hungry."

A mirror swings inwards, revealing a dark passageway behind it. Standing near the entrance to the room is Wonder Woman's old enemy, Cheetah. She has long brown hair, reaching down to her waist, framed between which is her cat-like face with its small flat nose and thin green eyes. Her entire body is covered in fine orange fur, mottled with black irregular spots. A long tail swishes slowly behind her. The fur stretching from her neck to her crotch is paler, her large breasts pressed tightly together under her arms. In her hands she is carrying a tray with some bowls on it.

The Panther beckons for her to enter and she walks into the room with feline grace. As she bends down to place the tray at his feet, Selina notices a black studded collar around her neck.

"The Cheetah was one my early captures. She has been in training for a year now," he says.

Selina watches in open astonishment as the half-woman half-cat crawls over to him and starts licking his hand, her tail wrapping itself around his foot. Cheetah purrs in contentment.

"She has learnt her role and plays it well," he scratches the back of one of her ears, jutting out from between her hair. "Now eat."

There are two bowls on the tray in front of Selina. One is full of milk and the other has some cooked chicken in it. She starts to sit up, so she can use her hands to lift the chicken out of the bowl. Suddenly there is a growl and a claw scratches across her breasts. Selina is too startled to scream. Cheetah is glaring at her, one hand raised high above her head, the nails long and gleaming with droplets of Selina's blood.

"On all fours. Like a cat," she hisses at Selina.

Selina hesitates too long and Cheetah strikes again. This time her blow is deflected as Selina raises her arms just in time, her left forearm bearing the brunt. Selina suddenly reaches out and snags Cheetahs wrist, twisting it towards her by turning completely away and yanks with all her strength. Cheetah gets pulled forward with a jerk and lands on the ground, her face smacking the floor hard. Selina does not wait even a second, releasing Cheetah and leaping up, her powerful legs propelling her off the ground. Her jump takes her in a high arc, crossing the distance between her and the Panther and she screams in anger as her hands rush for his throat.

He dodges with uncanny speed, moving effortlessly out of her path and yanks on the chain hooked to her neck. Selina lands on her side hard, the air knocked out of her. The bowls of food clatter around the room as her hip knocks them aside. He lands a foot hard on her shoulder, pushing her flat on the ground, and the Cheetah is on her, pouncing on her back and digging claws into her shoulder. Selina screams in pain, pinned under the weight.

The Panther bends down and grabs her face roughly, "You bitch. How dare you!"

Cheetah is now growling in Selina's ear, her nails digging deeper into her skin. Selina struggles in vain, completely unable to move.

"Hold her still, I'll teach her a lesson."

The Panther stalks out of the room, returning a second later with a large black strap-on dildo in one hand and a studded paddle in the other. Without instruction, Cheetah releases Selina and slinks to his side. Her tail pendulums menacingly behind her.

Selina watches it all unfold, a single whimper the only evidence of her mounting fear. The Panther wraps the leather belt around Cheetahs waist, tightening the clasp at her back. The large, stiff, rubber cock gleams with a menace all its own, hanging down between her fur covered thighs.

Selina gets up slightly, just enough to sit upright and draw her legs up tight against her chest.

"I'll kill you all. I'll..."

"Hush little cat," whispers the Panther, "you'll only survive this in silence."

Cheetah suddenly blurs. A movement too fast to catch as she leaves his side and slams her fists into Selina. Blow after blow, on her back and shoulders and legs, too many to count and too fast to stop. Selina screams. And then her scream is throttled. The oversized black dildo rams into the back of her throat, choking her with its girth. Cheetah is bent low over Selina, one hand firmly gripping her hair and the other pulling her jaw open wider. Her buttocks clench as she pushes the dildo deeper in, and she squeals in joy as Selina gags uselessly. Selina slams her hands against the muscular thighs in front of her, trying to push them away. But Cheetah does not budge. The taste of old rubber makes her want to vomit, and her throat closes on the tip of the immense cock. Cheetah shoves Selinas head down hard, until it can go no further. Her face is buried in the fur on Cheetah's belly, her hair hands clawing weakly at her tormentors sides.

"Cheetah release her."

The feline villain does as told, albeit slowly. The glistening dildo immerges from Selinas mouth, coated with bile. A thick strand of drool hangs from the tip, connected to Selinas lip. Tears track down her cheeks, drip to the floor as she collapses forward. She prostrates without realizing, her body shaking as she dry-heaves in pain. Finally the pain choking sensation passes and the pain subsides. Selina becomes dimly aware of laughter all around her, echoing from every direction. She begins to raise her head when the Panthers hard boot-heel presses down on the back of her head, pressing her face into the puddle of spit on the floor.

The paddle smacks her raised buttocks. Selina screams. More laughter.

She tries to move but her arms stretched in front of her are unable to position themselves to bear her weight, the chains that secure them holding as tightly as ever.

Behind her the Panther brings the paddle down on her ass once again, harder than before. The metal studs across its surface leave deep bruises on her sore backside. Selina gives up entirely, surrendering to her predicament. She can feel the rounded head of the dildo pressing against her exposed vagina, pushing the folds of skin apart. She does not struggle. Does not fight it. There is no point.

Cheetah digs her claws into Selinas hips, pauses to snarl loudly and then thrusts. The dildo rams inside her, pushing in all the way to her belly. The lubrication allowed by Selinas spit makes its progress easier, but not entirely painless. Her vagina is stretched violently, the cock filling her so deep she can feel it pressing low inside her navel. Cheetah pulls out just a fraction and then rams into her again. Each thrust jolts Selina. The hard fucking is punctuated with the slapping sound of Cheetahs sweaty body colliding against Selinas ass and thighs. Selina gasps and then almost screams in horror. The tail is active between her legs. Passing under Cheetahs crotch and past the V opening between Selinas thighs it has started rubbing against her clitoris, gently at first and then faster and rougher. The furry rounded end pushes against her clit, stimulating it despite all Selinas desires to remain unhelpful. A deep guttural purr crawls up her throat.

Then Cheetah is out of her. The tail slides away from her. The Panther lifts his foot from her head and lets her rise.

"On all fours. Like you will always be from now on," he commands.

Selina does not debate it. On weak shaking arms she raises herself. Her breasts sway under her, a sore ass rises higher, under it her pussy lips press tightly together.

Cheetah slides under Selina, on her back. She smiles up at her victim before roughly molesting her breasts, kneading each nipple between her long fingers. She pulls the dark red nipples down, then raises her own head enough to lick them gently. A cool sticky tongue caresses the sore nubs and then she wraps her lips around one, sucking gently. Selina moans with pleasure. She closes her eyes and loses herself completely in the soft tugs on her breasts. This continues for close to a minute, Cheetah gently suckling Selina while caressing her clitoris with tail. Then the pain starts again. Cheetah bits down hard, catlike teeth cutting into her breast. Selina yowls in surprise. Clawed hands grip her around the waist as Cheetahs hips rise up, pushing the length of rubber back inside her. Just as she starts to thrust, Selina feels the Panther spreading her ass cheeks apart. His thick cock, thicker than the dildo even, pushes hard against her tight anus, spreading it apart. He grunts once and then slams into her behind. Selina cannot voice her pain. She feels like she is being ripped in two.

The two start to fuck in sync, matching each others rhythm. Her body just rides the momentum. Every few seconds the Panther paddles her ass. She finally cries out, long wails of torment. After close to five minutes of this he pulls out of her, letting Cheetah continue with her fucking alone. He grasps the felines tail and pulls it down, exposing his first slaves anus. Cheetah pauses long enough for him to slide his wet cock inside her, purring with pleasure as he buries himself deep. Then they start again, Cheetah inside Selina and the Panther inside Cheetah. For a full minute there is no sound in the room except for the wet slapping of muscles. Then Panther pulls out suddenly, gripping his thick shaft tightly and pressing it down on Cheetahs belly. He continues to hump, his cock sandwiched tightly between Cheetahs damp furry belly and Selinas tight stomach. Cheetah never pauses from her violent rape of Selina, her tail now coiling around her victims thigh until the tip can caress the cored anus.

The Panther comes with a groan. Hot semen blasts across both women's bellies, slick on Selinas and sticky on Cheetah. He lightly squeezes Selinas breasts with both hands and then stands up, commanding Cheetah to stop. She complies, retracting the dildo and releasing one bruised and bleeding breast from between her clenched jaw. Selina collapses entirely as soon as Cheetah has crawls out from under her. She cries noiselessly.

Around them the mirrors reflect a single cruel image from four different angles. Selina sprawled on the floor, her body bruised, around her the marble glistening with sweat and blood. Crouched besides her, lazily licking her long claws, Cheetah watches her master. The Panther presides over both of them, his swollen red member still exposed as it hangs low between his legs, expression hidden behind the black mask.

"Leave us now, Cheetah. I want to be alone with her."

Cheetah mewls in protest but does not stay, crawling out of the room on all fours, leaving The Panther and Selina alone in the large room.

"Get up."

Selina automatically starts to obey, her arrogance and pride raped completely. She positions herself shakily on her hands and knees, head lowered in fear. The Panther laughs, "Good. That's good. But I want you to stand up. Stand tall Cat Woman."

Selina stares at him in astonishment. Her rise is awkward, the chains make movement difficult. Carefully, she reaches her full height. Her legs are a few inches apart and her hands rest in front of her crotch. The leather outfit she is clad in fits her perfectly, pushing her large breasts together so that her cleavage is clearly defined. The heels on her boots are high and balancing would have been difficult were it not for her natural dexterity.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she asks in a hoarse, cracking voice.

"A fair question. Fine, I'll answer it."

The Panther walked around her, coming to a stop behind Selina. He pressed up against her, his softened cock flattened against her swollen backside. One hand reached around her, resting between her legs, fingers slowly starting to massage her shaved pussy. The other hand grips her around the neck, gently at first, then starting to tighten.

"You stole from me nine years ago. A couple of diamonds, you probably won't remember. I was a new billionaire then, some tech investment had gone well. I invested in antique jewelry and you took it."

Fingers expertly worked her clitoris, pressing and kneading the soft nub just right.

The hand on her throat tightens, her breathing becoming harder and harder.

"I was very different then. A 127 pound wimp, masturbating furiously over the grainy surveillance footage of you crawling in and out of my house. I swore then that I'd own you. I had to you see. I could think of nothing but you after that."

The fingers start to enter her, slide in effortlessly as she grows wet. They curl upwards inside her and start rotating near the cleft of bone deep inside.

She can no longer breathe. Her throat constricts under his grip, her mouth draws in air uselessly. Her eyes begin to bulge.

"I spent the next five years preparing. I trained my mind and body completely. Traveled the world in preparation. Became a master in martial arts under the greatest instructors. Quadrupled my financial empire. And completely eradicated my previous identity."

Her hips are rocking back and forth, keeping rhythm with his fingers as the slide in and out of her. So wet she is dripping down her leg.

His voice is starting to fade, blackness seeping in from the edges of her vision. Her throat feels crushed. Her lungs burn. No air.

"I captured Cheetah first. Trained her much as I am training you now. A practice run. Then I dedicated myself to finding you. It wasn't easy but I managed. Bought this building, set my trap. And now you are mine."

Selinas body starts to go slack, held upright by his hands on her throat and cunt. The grip tightens. The fingers play.

"You belong to the Panther."

He releases her suddenly. Air rushes into her throat as she drops to her knees, floods her lungs. She gasps for it gratefully. And then the orgasm hits. Selina gurgles and moans, her stomach tightening and her arms flexing as it races up from her vagina to her brain. She stays upright on her knees, shuddering hard.

She opens her eyes slowly, the pleasure diminishing too fast. The Panther stands in front of her, his penis flaccid no longer. It stands upright, thick as her forearm. Veins travel up the shaft, the head swollen. He grips it in one hand and lowers it, points it directly at her face. The other hand grabs the top of Selinas head and pulls her forward. She opens her mouth wide.

It passes over her tongue, pressing against the inside of her cheek. He adjusts the angle and pulls her head closer still. Her jaw is stretched as wide as it can go, the thick cock pushing inside her, hitting the roof of her mouth.

He pushes his hips forward. Cock bending a little as it travels down past her mouth. Selina gags, her throat closing around him. He holds her head firmly with both hands.

She grips his thighs. Looks up at him with eyes that show no emotion. Too tired to cry.

He starts fucking her mouth.

Harsh sucking sounds echo in the room. His balls smack against her chin as he relentlessly humps her mouth. Drool flies from her chin and lips, a trail of pre-cum stretches from her tongue whenever he pulls out. His cock rams inside her mouth over and over. Just as it gets so she feels like vomiting, he stops. Pushes her head down hard so her face is buried in his navel, his mouth and throat clogged completely. With one hand he pinches her nose shut and holds her there, clawing at his legs. She can hear him over the roaring in her ears, counting slowly to ten.

Then he releases her. Selina pushes backwards with all her strength, his cock erupting from her mouth. A deep gasp as she breathes in desperately. And then a startled shriek as he splatters cum on her face. It coats her mouth and cheeks, droplets even streaking across her forehead and webbing in her hair.

"Lick it off or I'll rape you again. This time so hard you'll die."

Eyes pressed tightly shut, mind screaming in torment, Selina licks around her lips. Red tongue coated with sticky cum as it stretches across her chin.

When she opens her eyes, he is gone. She is alone in the room, still on her knees, face covered in semen.